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My First Mystery
by Tony Hays, author of The Beloved Dead 


We all have a first mystery.  I know I do.  But mine was a little close to home.  They called her the Bell Witch. 

When I was a little boy, my brother, Ronnie, told me that if you dialed a certain telephone number, you would reach the Bell Witch of Adams, Tennessee and hear her screech.   Dutifully and curious, I dialed the number as instructed.  You did hear a screech, but I think it had more to do with telephone circuits than the supernatural.  But, in Tennessee and throughout the country, the witch was a true phenomenon.  Few houses back then didnít have a copy of the infamous Red Book, written by 19th century newspaper editor M.V.B. Ingram, that detailed the witchís treachery, beginning in 1817.  Nearly 200 years have passed since its alleged first appearance, but the Bell Witch story is still alive and well, evidence the movie An American Haunting with Donald Sutherland and Sissy Spacek.

According to the basic story, a paranormal entity (exhibiting poltergeist-like behavior) harassed the John Bell family of Adams, Tennessee starting in 1817.  The ďwitch,Ē frequently called Kate, was particularly cruel to John Bell and his daughter, Betsy, being eventually credited with causing Johnís death.   It was said to slap and pinch Betsy mercilessly.  Once it caused Johnís tongue to swell so that he could neither speak nor eat.  Apparently, though, it had a soft spot for Johnís wife, Lucy, once treating her to grapes (appearing from thin air) when she was sick.  A disembodied voice would regale visitors of happenings in the neighborhood or repeating, word-for-word two sermons given at the same time, but miles apart.   According to Ingramís account, it was phenomena witnessed by many in the community and was widely spoken of throughout the region.  Spinoff stories told of Andrew Jacksonís encounter with the witch.   The witch remained until 1820 and the death of John Bell.  It promised to return at a specific time in the future, which the Red Book says it did.  Included in Ingramís book is an eyewitness account written by one of John Bellís sons.

All of that said, there are problems with the story.  Itís not like a complete myth.  John Bell and his family were unquestionably real, living exactly where they were alleged to have lived.  A few years ago, I took it upon myself to annotate the Red Book, tracking down as many of the people mentioned as best I could.  The people were real.  Ingramís book contains numerous interviews with people who witnessed those long ago events or whose parents did, allegedly.  But hereís the thing.  While north central Tennessee was still, truly, a frontier at the time of the events in question, there were area newspapers.  Extant copies are silent on the Bell affair.  It is alleged that the Saturday Evening Post ran an article on the story in 1849, but the issues for that year do not exist any longer and so canít be checked.  Ingramís account did not appear until 1894.  There are absolutely no corroborating documents to support the Andrew Jackson encounter.

But the families named did exist.  Their descendants were living in the area at the time that Ingramís book was released.  Were the entire affair fabricated by Ingram, I sincerely doubt that those descendants would all have remained unanimously silent.  Somebody would surely have disputed the account, unless they too had been hearing the story their entire lives.

It is a mystery.  And is destined to remain one.  All that I can say with any certainty is that the world contains many things that we do not understand, and most probably will never understand.  This may be one of them.  Nevertheless, it remains my first mystery, and in some ways probably spawned all those that I have written since.

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